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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 552868" data-attributes="member: 2292">Friday, August 18th, 518 AF, continued Taranos and Yip rush outside, to find an angry Warwind attempting to loom menacingly over Durhon.&quot;I gave yer bow to the priestess,&quot; Durhon grunts.&nbsp; &quot;Ye were dead, and it was the only way te get ye back.&quot;&quot;Why didn't you just pay them with gold,&quot; Warwind demands.&nbsp; Durhon snarls.&quot;Where'm I getting gold from, Treehugger?&quot; he demands, &quot;It ain't exactly like I'm rich.&nbsp; Ye was dead, we needed to get ye back.&nbsp; I did what I did.&nbsp; By the gods, Live with it.&quot;&quot;You could have got the gold from my hut,&quot; Warwind says, then lapses into a sulk for a few seconds before he realises what he's said.&nbsp; It's too late, Durhon's already registered.&quot;What gold in ye hut?&quot; he asks, suddenly as pleasant as he can manage.&nbsp; &quot;Where in hell are ye hiding gold, and where did ye get it?&nbsp; We've been warring and fighten for three years.&nbsp; Nobody gets rich doin' that.&quot;Warwind doesn't answer any questions on the subject, and finding no sound arguement against Durhon's actions, settles for sulking quietly.&quot;I take it my swords gone to the Cuthbert's as well?&quot; Taranos asks.&nbsp; Durhon nods.&quot;Unfortunate.&nbsp; I'll need another before we head back.&quot;Durhon turns to face him.&quot;Go back?&nbsp; Why?&quot;&quot;Did you look through the ruins, search out the robed ones we were sent to find?&quot;&quot;We weren't exactly lookin that good by the time the dragon went down,&quot; Durhon grumbles.&quot;Then we're going back,&quot; Taranos explains.&nbsp; &quot;I'm not letting something evil fester there once more, and I'm not letting some ancient ruin scare us after the dangers of the war.&quot;Durhon grumbles, but his interest is piqued once the prospect is put in oppositional terms.&nbsp; He'd faced Trollish shamans and brought them low.&nbsp; Some stray human cultists couldn't be any more dangerous.&nbsp; &quot;We'll talk to Elmo,&quot; Taranos continues, &quot;I'm sure he can find us weapons to cover our recent losses.&nbsp; They may not be magical, but they'll do.&nbsp; Now that we've beaten the dragon, how dangerous can the place be?&quot;His enthusiasm for the task quickly infects Warwind and Durhon, and soon all three are planning their assult on the reuins enthusiastically as they treck across town.&nbsp; Yip, trailing behind, is less enthused.&nbsp; His head still hurts, and slowly flashes of memory from the previous night are coming back to him.&nbsp; The drinking games, the earthy taste of the beer and...the stranger.&nbsp; Some man lurking in the shadowy corner of the bar, who'd left suspiciously quickly after Durhon stood on the bar to tell the assembled townsfolk his story.&nbsp; At the time it seemed nothing, but in the cold light of memory it seems strangely suspicious.&nbsp; He hears Taranos ahead, proclaiming the ease of their mission again as they enter Elmo's office, and a troubled feeling passes over the kobold...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 552868, member: 2292"] [I]Friday, August 18th, 518 AF, continued[/I] Taranos and Yip rush outside, to find an angry Warwind attempting to loom menacingly over Durhon. "I gave yer bow to the priestess," Durhon grunts. "Ye were dead, and it was the only way te get ye back." "Why didn't you just pay them with gold," Warwind demands. Durhon snarls. "Where'm I getting gold from, Treehugger?" he demands, "It ain't exactly like I'm rich. Ye was dead, we needed to get ye back. I did what I did. By the gods, [I][B]Live[/B][/I] with it." "You could have got the gold from my hut," Warwind says, then lapses into a sulk for a few seconds before he realises what he's said. It's too late, Durhon's already registered. "What gold in ye hut?" he asks, suddenly as pleasant as he can manage. "Where in hell are ye hiding gold, and where did ye get it? We've been warring and fighten for three years. Nobody gets rich doin' that." Warwind doesn't answer any questions on the subject, and finding no sound arguement against Durhon's actions, settles for sulking quietly. "I take it my swords gone to the Cuthbert's as well?" Taranos asks. Durhon nods. "Unfortunate. I'll need another before we head back." Durhon turns to face him. "Go back? Why?" "Did you look through the ruins, search out the robed ones we were sent to find?" "We weren't exactly lookin that good by the time the dragon went down," Durhon grumbles. "Then we're going back," Taranos explains. "I'm not letting something evil fester there once more, and I'm not letting some ancient ruin scare us after the dangers of the war." Durhon grumbles, but his interest is piqued once the prospect is put in oppositional terms. He'd faced Trollish shamans and brought them low. Some stray human cultists couldn't be any more dangerous. "We'll talk to Elmo," Taranos continues, "I'm sure he can find us weapons to cover our recent losses. They may not be magical, but they'll do. Now that we've beaten the dragon, how dangerous can the place be?" His enthusiasm for the task quickly infects Warwind and Durhon, and soon all three are planning their assult on the reuins enthusiastically as they treck across town. Yip, trailing behind, is less enthused. His head still hurts, and slowly flashes of memory from the previous night are coming back to him. The drinking games, the earthy taste of the beer and...the stranger. Some man lurking in the shadowy corner of the bar, who'd left suspiciously quickly after Durhon stood on the bar to tell the assembled townsfolk his story. At the time it seemed nothing, but in the cold light of memory it seems strangely suspicious. He hears Taranos ahead, proclaiming the ease of their mission again as they enter Elmo's office, and a troubled feeling passes over the kobold... [/QUOTE]

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